OUTSIDERS had always taken it for granted that Richard Chipperfield and Edith Barnsley would one day marry. It seemed one of those cool, fore-ordained arrangements that have been within the public knowledge so long that all spice of romance has died out of them.By C. W. STEPHENS39 min
FOUR hundred miles north of Toronto, the Cobalt mining country surrenders its daily toll of silver to the world. In that region there is mostly rock. Where woods exist, the trees are gaunt and defiant, as though resentful of the approach of man; in winter they stand like white-shrouded ghosts, and the wind howls dismally through them until in the little settlement of Ville Marie, across the lake, men draw closer to the fire, and women croon comfort to frightened children, yet half-believe, themselves, the Indian legend that another soul is on its way to the Great Unknown.By Arthur Beverley Baxter32 min
LIKE all of our Arctic winters the winter of 1914-15 was spent in getting ready for the exploratory work of the coming spring. The previous summer the Mary Sachs had brought to Cape Kellett, at the northwest corner of Banks Island, an outfit of such things as we still had left after the loss of the Karluk, but our good sledges were gone, and consequently Captain Bernard of the Mary Sachs occupied most of his time making sledges.By VILHJALMUR STEFANSSON29 min
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